Schoolbus Graveyard Novels & Stories

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Logan further pressed as he looked at Levy who smiled and said, “ I do not have any idea but for the time being I think the answer to my questions lies in that grave.” The two of them drove back to the territory and by the time they reached the cemetery where Mavis’s mother was laid at rest it was already past midnight, as Logan placed his feet on the brakes, and turned the headlights off of his SUV, Levy slid down out of the car and looked at the entrance of the graveyard. The sound of crickets chirping behind the wild bushes and the grass rustling under their feet echoed all over the place and just like Levy had expected there was no one lurking around or even near this graveyard.

She could not even see the shop anymore and the cheers from the arena was fading behind them. Neptos suddenly stopped walking. Chloe bumped at Neptos back. "Ouch," Chloe groaned. She held her nose as she moved around her mentor. Her eyes went wide for the countless times in a day as she slowly walked beside Jucle who stood frozen. The place they were in was a graveyard. But there were all monuments on every graveyard. There were also few of the land used for graves. Each monument stood a sculpted memoir of important people that died. The cemetery for the Knights...

The principal was given a simple burial which all the students and the staff of starlight high school attended ,even some of the parents of the students were present there. The priest gives a short sermon in an agonizing voice as our eyes brimmed with tears of sadness that trickled down our cheeks. After the sermon,he was buried.I was very sad with tears and couldn't stop. I stumbled on an old grave. I sat down with sadness beside the grave,I looked behind me and saw a hole that looks it was engraved for a thumb. Without thinking of something else,I placed my thumb on it. Immediately,the grave made some kind of weird sounds which were not obvious to others. Almost immediately,the cloud turne

Like we were under a thousand invisible eyes. “There’s something wrong here,” Sophia murmured once. Eden just nodded. “We’re being observed. But not followed.” That didn’t make me feel better. We reached the graveyard just as the violet moon broke through the mist. It was massive. It stretched in every direction. There were dark tombstones with glowing runes, crumbling statues of old wolf-headed warriors. I saw bones bleached white by time and scattered across the earth like the Dead had been clawing their way out. The place reeked of sacredness.

“I saw a big kid like that. Bee mentioned he was an athlete of some kind. Didn’t get a chance to question him. Why?” “He’s dead.” It was Katie’s turn to fall silent. Jesus. That was fast. “Dead? The kid who was on today’s field trip is dead?” “Yes.” “How?” “Car accident.” “Car accident,” Katie echoed. “After the Grasslands, the school buses always bring everybody back to their classes. So school lets out, and this guy climbs into his customized vintage Plymouth Barracuda and then crashes and burns driving home . . . and I mean burns.” Katie could hear wind gusting up outdoors. “Well that—”

The morning sun crept higher, its weak rays filtering through the broken glass of the campus buildings. The university, once a bustling hub of life and noise, was now a graveyard of memories and decay. Joseph crouched low, keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible while his eyes scanned every shadow. He had been moving for hours, tracing faint signs that pointed him in one direction—toward the center of campus.

They turned on their heels and walked away, no longer heeding Samantha’s cries. With the Beta’s guidance, Blake and Kaden found where Lucia and I were buried. Kaden clawed at the soil desperately, trying to excavate the burial site. With bloodshot eyes, Blake stared at Lucia’s name on the wooden plaque. “How could you be dead, Lucia? This can’t be true!” Despite Blake’s attempts to mindlink Lucia, he could not get through to her. Blake and Kaden dug the grave like mad wolves. They had to see us with their own eyes.

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.